Such a Rock Star

This is how we find our son these days...constantly attached to his MP3 player.

I wake up and find the earliest riser in the Hendrick house on the couch...not watching cartoons like normal children...but with his eyes closed, music so loud I can tell what song he's listening to across the room...laying on his back in his Sponge Bob pajamas, drumming the song with his feet on the cushions.

Or

I wake up to find him sitting on the dining room table (sorry Popi, I'm trying to make him stop!) doing a dot-to-dot singing "Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man in a factory downtown." The boy loves Presidents of the United States.

I've invented a whole new language for talking to my son. He knows my made up sign language for "turn it down" "turn it off" "stop talking so loud" and "stop singing so loud, your brother is asleep."

He is so in love with music.

I am so in love with my crazy son.